Little did I know at the time that running would come to mean so much to me. Time to think and clear my head and find the confidence I had forgotten I had.
I asked myself, minute by minute, everyday and the weeks turned into months. I wavered and agonised over whether to have the test or not. I started to feel as the time passed that I could not escape the question. My gut feeling was I want to find out.
Throughout my childhood my Dad was travelling and worked long hours to provide me with amazing opportunities. It’s fair to say I was and am a ‘Daddies girl’ and I’m not afraid to admit it.
My blog is intended to share my story as I journey through this dementia world. It is a cruel condition and I grieve for the many people it affects including me and my family. I do believe however, life is for living and I am currently well.